Disclaimer: The characters are all Stephenie Meyer's. I do not own, no copyright infringement is intended.
Preface
Hidden messages are said to be in dreams. I've been to busy avoiding them, ignoring them because it makes me feel vulnerable. It causes my stomach to tighten and my heart begins to feel like its been stabbed by multiple times.
I was this happy native girl. I had a loving family that cared for me and the most incredible friends. My life was in its place and I had a future. I had amazing grades and everything I could dream of. As they say, good things can't last forever, especially for me. How true that was. It actually gets worst by every minute that ticked by.
The images in my head are too much to bare. To see and feel the betrayal, the tears, and the emotional discomfort are just some of the effects of this supposed "destiny". Yet it makes me want to sink down into the cold ocean waters when I see the scars and torture inside and around me.
To feel the awkward and pity glares behind my back were too much for me to handle. I hated every ounce of it. I wanted things to be how the are suppose to be. I didn't need pity, I need him.
I knew I had this life for a reason and as much as I wanted to it end, I wasn't going to let it. I didn't want anyone to go through torture. I didn't want anyone to get hurt because of me. Especially, my family because they are the only ones that actually care about me.
I fought hard of him, I tried to fend him, I did everything I could, yet I wasn't enough for him. Supposedly "destiny" had chosen her for him. How could I possible hate those two people when I love the so goddamn much.
I wish I could look them into their eyes and make them feel the pain they have caused me.
Legends from the Quileute tribe, say that the answer is all in our eyes, the wolves, the fate, the cold ones. I don't quite understand, but the legends kept running through my head. Even the things I imagine while hearing them appear inside of my head. Everything inside the nightmares I have, send shivers down my spine.
"Just try to remember those legends, they'll always have an impact on your lives," says my dad.
My superstitious dad that means the world to me. His advice had been the best. Without him I think I might of just lost my mind from the turnout of the horrific events that has and will happen.
Then there was my wonderful mother. Another person that had helped me through so much. She always knew what to say and what to do to make me feel better. Her calmness and amazing cooking skills has helped me lots as well.
The brother that kept me sane was indeed Seth. Kept me laughing through the hard times. Even though I tease him to the fullest extent, he's still there, supporting his older sister.
They let me lean on them for support. They are just the people destined to care for me. They accept me and everything that keeps me happy. Even though we get under each others skins, that's what families are for.
Even though I did have my family, I miss the warm presence of him as he would tell me these legends, or if I was listening to them as an elder would tell them. I miss everything that revolved around him.
I would go up to first beach and just watch the waves and reminisce all the fun times that had happen on it. It was the only place to go if anyone wanted fun or to hang out. It was the place where when the sunset it was the most beautiful thing ever. It was the place I found him after two weeks of searching and tears.
Cliff diving also send shivers down me. Just the adrenaline rush and how everything from my mind cleared up as I fell down was just the most amazing thing ever. To be worry free, as I was underneath that water. When I was swimming it felt like I was washing all of my worries away, but once I was on the store again, I couldn't help but to start hurting again.
I've given up to my full potential. There's nothing more for me, I was starting to my build my life up, but just one person and come and crumple it down. How excruciating this is for me. My "sister" had help that person crumple it down, pretty quickly.
I fallen down this steep pit with nowhere to be able to climb back up. No one can help me up. I'm too drained from all the things going on to have the energy. My energy as been wasted and it can't be recharged. Well, at least not until time mends it away. That's the only miracle I could ask for. To be able to forget and let the pieces of my heart to become one whole piece again.
Behind this bitter, angry girl, is just full of pain. Hurt and pain, but I shall not show it. I don't like the feeling of pity, it just annoys the crap out of me. What I did was, wear this mask. Wear the mask to cover the agony up and I plan on keeping it that way.
A/N: This is my first fan fiction. Please review and tell me what you think of it! ;]